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Post by Eve on Aug 7, 2005 21:42:02 GMT -5
As Eve had feared, the second she stopped being a bodyguard she had no room to turn and be something of a different nature. She had once more turned into the slayer she once was, and, though she regretted it, there was nothing to be done.
She walked into the local bar, clothed in a black skirt and tank top, black boots, and all her many weapons. Her green eyes had less gold than normal, her face not as tan as it had been. Everything had a price, this was the price for her usefulness.
Her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and, as she scanned the dim room, Eve found her mark. Now that mark meant the person she had to kill rather than protect, the person was in trouble. She moved forward slowly, seductively almost, time seeming to pause for her. The soft bar music slowed for her, the men seemed to move at half speed. She smiled at the man, holding out an arm.
The man gave Eve his arm without hesitation. Her smile disappeared without a trace. "Adam Lerman. Aged: 70. Forty years as a vampire. Victims: lycanthrope count five, human count fifty. You're wanted by the slayers. Anything left to say?" Her hand squeezed, nails piercing his skin so that dark blood oozed slowly from beneath her long gold nails. He opened her mouth to answer, and the hand at her side flicked, sending a blade through his throat, severing the vampire's spine.
"Whoops," she smiled letting his arm fall limply down. She turned and without setting eyes on anyone, began her calm walk to the door. Even as people scurried helplessly around her, she moved slowly, almost in a trance.
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Post by Daigin Crethis on Aug 15, 2005 9:39:15 GMT -5
"Oh bravo." A hollow voice echoed from the shadows by the doorway, which were clearly occupied by a dark figure. The shadowed man stepped forth, directly into her path, clapping mockingly, "Aren't we touchy today?" He laughed, a cold, chilling sound.
In the dim light of the tavern, his dull grey eyes seemed to flicker with an inner shadow. His cloak swirled about him as he opened the door for her, "Death is insignificant, you know." He said matter of factly.
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Post by Eve on Aug 15, 2005 17:31:14 GMT -5
Eve's eyes looked at the man-no not man, but not monster-mocking her from the doorway, however her eyes did not focus on him. "Death is my job," she said, continueing her easy stride for the door. "It is what I was trained to do, kill. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" He had by now completely opened the door, and light streamed in to illuminate Eve's own eyes, green with golden accents. The gold seemed to grow in the light, Eve's skin taking on a more golden glow. Life returned to the slayer in a rush, nature calling to her.
Eve stepped out the door, paused a moment to take a deep breath, then continued her leisurely walk, with or without the new comer. She let her hair down from its ponytail, golden brown waves falling below her shoulders. The sun enveloped her, caressed her, held her in a way that only her forest could do.
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Post by Daigin Crethis on Aug 16, 2005 7:05:21 GMT -5
Daigin fell into step beside her as she left, now curious about this woman. "What are you?" He asked her, "You seem somehow. . . Different, from the others."
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Post by Eve on Aug 16, 2005 18:06:36 GMT -5
Eve glanced at the man of shadows now, fully seeing him and raising an eyebrow. "I would ask the same of you," she murmured, knowing for a fact he was not human. As much as Evelyn's core screamed of life, his seemed to scream of death before her. She wondered whether she should lie to him, but sighed and looked forth again, wondering when she had become such an honest person.
"I am of the druid race, the people connected to land and forest, winged-friends and animals. We are a life-based people who would rather the company of a wolf than a two-legger any day." Eve slid her glance to the shadow-man once again, gold glinting in the sunlight. "And you? What are you?"
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Post by Daigin Crethis on Aug 17, 2005 1:03:13 GMT -5
"Paerhaps you are." The cloaked figure replied, amost hissing. "I? Can you not feel it? I am no longer living, though I am not among the dead. I am the single most powerful necromancer to walk the earth." He said matter of factly, "And how did you come to be as such? To be like this? An. . . assassin?" He asked again.
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Post by Lazy Evelyn 3 P on Aug 20, 2005 16:45:11 GMT -5
Evelyn gazed at the figure, not at all impressed with his aclamations. In fact, it was about as impressing to her as her being so life filled was to him. His question, however, was one to which no good answer could be given and Eve knew it. How had a person so full of life and energy ended up doing assassinations, things obviously opposed to the very nature of her core. Her answer, while disatisfying, was all the truth she had to give.
"My parents were both druids, life followers. I was born the same, although, my own druity almost holds more of the life aspect than that of all others," Eve explained, laying out the foundation for her explanation. "They died when I was young, leaving me to the care of a slayer, who ironically trained me in death. When I was old enough I was sent to Madam's school of learning to be a bodyguard, and, eventually, become one of the deadliest persons alive and the best bodyguard money could buy." She shrugged, knowing that it lacked common sense, that her own nature should not allow her to kill, and yet she was living proof that one could be changed from the cradle.
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Post by Daigin Crethis on Sept 14, 2005 9:40:11 GMT -5
Daigin smiled in reply, if there was ever complete proof that people could be corrupted totally - she was it. A druid twisted into an assassin, how ironic. Life, nature worshippers killing? How poetic. The tattered cloak his his smile, as his decayed lips spread to a twisted grin.
"How, interesting." He almost hissed, "I myself have a long and uneventful history, one that i'm sure you would not wish to hear."
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Post by Eve on Sept 25, 2005 19:21:42 GMT -5
Evelyn shrugged, tossing him a glance over her shoulder with eyes beginning to grow more and more gold. Was it any surprise they were heading towards a forest, towards the land that called to her blood, kept her alive. "Long and uneventful does not sound like the description of the life of a King of the Dead." Her head twisted back to watch the path ahead of her, and also unconsciously to shield her golden eyes from the world. Her hair fell forward to further shield her in its curling waves. She was beautiful. Why hide it from the world? There was another question with no good answer. Perhaps the fact that she lived, breathed, and wished for death had a good part to do with it.
"I am heading to the very center of the forest, where a spring is large enough to be swum in. Do you wish to accompany me?" Her voice was soft, calm sweeping into her as she came more and more in contact with life.
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